Page 60 of Insatiable Park Avenue Prince

Dicks of all different colors began to pop out of the holes, and I wrapped my hand around each one and gave it a firm tug before they slid back into the wall.

I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the game was, because who the hell thought this place up? It was genius, though, and I got into a groove, not even missing one. But then things started to speed up, the cocks jolting out faster and faster.

No way was I going to lose this. That wouldn’t say much for a guy in porn.

The countdown on the wall started flashing, a fake crowd chanting down from five…four…three…two…

As the timer hit one, a spray of white cream spurted out of each of the dicks, pelting me with cum that smelled like...whipped cream. I was too stunned to move, and I was still standing there with wide eyes as Donovan rounded the stall, took one look at me, and burst into laughter.

“Oh shit. So that’s what happens when you lose. You get a facial.”

I craned my neck slowly toward him as he doubled over. He hadn’t gotten the same treatment in his own stall.

Which meant Donovan yanked and wanked faster than I did. The fucker.

He swiped some of the “cum” off my lower lip, sniffed it, then sucked it off his finger.

“Mmm,” he said, smirking. “This tastes almost as good as you.”

“I bet you’re sweeter.”

Donovan stepped in closer, angling his head like he was going to kiss me, but then I felt the warmth of his tongue licking along the side of my neck. Then he moved away, walking backward as his eyes heated. “Maybe you should come and find out.”

TWENTY-ONE

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THE TASTE OF vanilla cream lingered on my tongue as I gave Kelly one last smirk. Then I turned and made my way through the carnival-themed room, searching out any hidden area that might work for a little private playtime. The sound of laughter and muttered curses echoed down the hall, and I caught a glimpse of jumping shadows, like my friends were bouncing on…boobs? A bounce house of boobs? No, that couldn’t be right.

I shook that image from my head. Whatever they were doing, it had them completely occupied and not eavesdropping in on what Kelly and I were up to. Which, at the moment, was Kelly stalking me through the maze of games that were now only serving as a distraction from getting my hands on what I really wanted.

God, what was it about Kelly that made me feel like I could never get enough? Just looking at him made me so hard I could barely breathe. Add in the drops of white that had been sprayed across his neck and chest, and I licked my lips, wanting another taste.

A quick glance behind me and I instantly knew where I wanted to get him alone. I winked at him and then disappeared into the hall of mirrors. Well, it was actually called the “Find the G-Spot Mirror Maze,” but since neither of us seemed to have a problem finding that, I was more than happy to use it as something else entirely. And I didn’t even care what at this point, as long as I could lick, suck, and taste whatever of Kelly I wanted.

He appeared in the door and stepped inside, and the mirrors surrounding us on all sides reflected so many versions of the gorgeous man that it was almost hard to find which was the real thing.

His eyes roamed over the many reflections before zeroing in on my face. As he stepped forward, I dropped my hands to the button of my jeans, knowing we didn’t have much time if we wanted to do this, but a low growl echoed through the space.

I stopped moving, lifting a brow in question as he walked toward me, and then his hands were pushing mine aside.

“I don’t fucking think so,” he said, his eyes almost golden under the brilliant, intense light. It had to be, to reflect so many images of us so clearly. I’d wanted Kelly to surround me completely, and it looked like I was finally getting my wish.

Keeping his eyes on mine, he made quick work of undoing my pants, and then he slid his hand inside, along my thin briefs. The heat of his fingers as he began to stroke me had my breath hitching, and I reached for him, holding either side of his face and relishing the feel of his scruff against my palms.

I leaned in, brushing my lips across his as his large hand worked my dick into a frenzy. His touch was firm, insistent, and so damn good, I sucked on his tongue the way I would his cock.

Voices from somewhere nearby filtered into our private space, and while maybe the threat of being caught should’ve been enough to stop, it only spurred Kelly on.

He ripped his mouth from mine, and the downright sinful look he gave me then had my heart stuttering momentarily.“Guess we’d better make this quick,” he said, moving his hand from where I wanted him most to curl under my jeans and briefs. “Think you can come down my throat in the next two minutes, pretty boy?”

I was sure I could do that in the next twoseconds. A belief that was further confirmed when Kelly moved down onto his knees.

I leaned back against the wall, jutting my hips out at him, and when he curled his fingers into the waistband of the denim and pulled it down under my ass—along with my briefs—my cock sprang free like it had just escaped a prison cell.

Kelly settled on his heels and wrapped his hand around my stiff length. “Ever since I saw you, I’ve wanted to get on my knees and worship you.”

I speared a hand into his hair, hating the fact it was tied up. What I wouldn’t give to twist my fingers through it and direct his sexy mouth.

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